Gnossienne: No. 1

The cup I dropped
The water spilled.

Made me think of
When it brimmed;

Pink of yours
And all azure

Golden rays
In hazel locks.

Fingers played
But also Layed;

Love upon this lust,
Breeze upon this soul.

The cup I dropped
And nothing spilled;

Made me think of
When we poured.

Brimmed and rimmed
And rummaged

Poured until
Devoured.

29 September 2017

 

 

 

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